A grave stone covered in moss
Sanctuary for two ghosts, lost
Traversing an empty conversation
A selfish manifestation
Of self pity and broken philosophy
Too concerned with themselves to hear
Their words being lost to the ether
The galaxy in her mind
drowned out all sound
It wasn’t until he leaned in,
she was suddenly found

Two souls lock eyes,
and touch cold hands
Silence carried what words could not,
Hidden feelings they now understand
They were both never broken
But communicated best
In words unspoken

Atop the grave stone
Two bodies now lie
Side-by-side
They wait to die

I’ve lost too much time
Wasting away in my cage
Of cyclic thoughts, repeating
Over and over and over
The same boring tunes
Of pity and self virtue  
Each second spinning sorrowful songs
As days become shorter and bleak
My memories grow empty and weak
In the quiet of my home, I live in delusion
My lost time is but an illusion

"I think you're beautiful"
Well, I think you're blind
Perhaps you're a conman
that enjoys spinning lies
So I'll take off my pants
and take you for a ride
Wish I could just blush,
say, "Thanks love, I try!"
But I yell, "*******, ****"
I know I'm not good enough
I'll never understand
why lovely words
hurt me so much.

A never-ending race
An ever-fleeting chase
After fabricated humans
And transcendental emotions

Your happiness seems
to exist only in dreams

Tainted by delusion
A meaningless existence
Enshrouded in confusion
and polluted innocence
My mind continues to elude me
As my thoughts sink deeper into
obscurity

Hunger sinks teeth into my side,
and enshrouds my ignorant mind.
I can no longer bear the torture
of being lonely and confined.

The treacherous prospect of waiting
threatens to rip me apart,
As hunger's tendrils grip tighter
around my swollen, beating heart.

I wish there was another way
to quench my insatiable need,
If I can’t indulge, I must implode
So I fall to my knees and plead

“Slash your knife along my torso,
Twist, pull, and disembowel me”

The dust has come to settle,
At last, my brambles sprout
Vibrant petals
Full of hope and tranquil joy,
To drown out lonesome grief
A little toy
Was all you planned I would be
But there is so much left
For you to see
Soon you’ll know  
What I mean